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Look up the word lazy in a dictionary
Sunday, 4 July 2010
and you will find - “See Chris Mower”. I have raised it to an art form. The Tate want me for an exhibit.
I have just noticed that it is 18 months since I last wrote in my blog and that was after I swore blind that I would try to be less lazy and keep the damn thing up to date. It seems I need some sort of prompting to get me into updating this thing and I got that on Friday when another email arrived out of the blue from Kate, an old friend from my murky past, from my days in the RAF when I was stationed at Linton-on-Ouse near York.
Myself and a mate called Jimmy Bell started a disco there. We built the equipment and bought the records mostly out of our own pockets. One of the regulars was Kate whose father was stationed there. When I was posted to Macrihanish we kept in touch for a while and I remember she had joined the RAF herself, but we lost contact as you do. That was until Friday when I got an email via an ex-service website and it was from the lady in question.
Those were fun days. We were young and thought the world revolved around us. I had this souped up Lambretta that damn near killed me several times, and there were more than a couple of ditches had the imprint of my arse in them.
Saturday nights we would run the disco and it got so popular that there were busses laid on from York to bring people and take them back. Which actually says more about the dearth of entertainment in York than it does about the quality of the Linton Disco as it was known.
I had a flat in York which I shared with another mate Smudger Smith. He and I were going out with a couple of student nurses from York General, called Sam and Sandy. There is a picture in one of my galleries taken in the flat. Sandy damn near killed me as well, but in a completely different way to the Lambretta... :-)
Fun days. So strange to think of us all grown up.